Issue #34

[Wobbling up on deck is Chris, out of his wheelchair and up on his first prototype legs. He's shaky, like a baby deer might be, and he hugs onto the railing for support. It's remembering how to walk all over again. His face is white with concentrated effort as he shuffles forward inch by inch, clinging like death to his lifeline]

Mein Fuhrer, I can walk--!

Fuck.

Sort of.

Stumble, at least.


I'm burning my old uniform. Dent, get your burnt ass up here if you want to watch.